So... Sleepy...

Exhausted today. In fact, I am so tired that I didn't even complete a sentence I wrote on one of the projects I corrected at work today (for new "frogg files" readers, my alter-ego is a quiet, unassuming, fulltime proofreader at a direct marketing agency--and at least ONE of those adjectives is true!). The Account Executive had to come over and ask what I meant by scrawling, "What about Af" underneath an image on a page. And in fact, I didn't even finish the "f"; it was just a line with a crook on top, only there is no key on the keyboard that would make that symbol, to show you. The POINT is, I had meant to write "What about Africa?" because... oh forget it. This story is already taking too long.

In other news, I made a bunch of my co-workers watch the David Hasselhoff video at lunch yesterday, on the big screen in our large conference room. Good times.

In still other news, I am going to San Francisco for a friend's wedding on Saturday. I mean, I'm going to San Francisco on Saturday for a friend's wedding. No, wait. I'm going on Friday night to San Francisco, because the wedding is on Saturday! Gah.

I really, really need some sleep.

Especially before the long solo drive to San Francisco. On Friday night, mind. Not Saturday.

*deep breath*

Why am I so tired, you are probably asking. Or rather, you are probably asking, "Why is SHE so tired?" Unless YOU are tired, and you're trying to figure out why. (Are you?)

Well ANYWAY, in answer to the question you may or may not be asking, the answer is simple.

It's becau